Forgive me my absence, dear vegans! I know it’s been a while, but as far as excuses go, how does travel and then a major debilitating injury work for you? I’ll take you back to the beginning… with some food stops along the way, of course.
One of the most fun things about adulthood (other than eating ice cream for dinner if you want to) has to be starting your own silly traditions. Every family has a ton of unexplainable traditions, developed from some long-ago moment that no one really remembers. But it’s novel to suddenly be the grown-up one at the beginning of something new.
My favourite tradition in our house has to be the travel cake. When one of us travels for work, the other bakes a welcome home cake. Maybe I just like it so much because I get to travel more than Chadwiko does. Or maybe it’s because, well… cake.
Since I was up in Brisbane for the latter half of last week, it was my turn to be on the receiving end of travel cake. And after a long day of workshops (at which the promised vegan catered lunch never arrived) and two flights to get home (which both only served decidedly non-vegan snacks, despite my meal request) fuelled solely on two slices of cashew carrot loaf and a lot of coffee, cake was more necessary than ever.
Imagine my delight to arrive home and find a stack of some of my favourite cupcakes- the peanut butter cakes from Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World- waiting patiently for me! I put away a few more of these than I should probably admit. But it had been a long, hungry day, and these were delicious.
For someone whose first travel cake (made earlier this year while I was in Darwin) was his first ever attempt at baking a cake, Chadwiko is managing quite well for himself. Sure, there are a few things to learn (namely, that to ‘fold in ingredients by hand’ doesn’t mean to literally plunge your hands into the cake batter), but with a little more practice my position as household baker might just be usurped. I’d better get my apron on before I get rusty!